#Confession of sin

[walkswithmyfather]

Daniel 9:3-5 (NIV). [3] “So I turned to the Lord God and pleaded with him in prayer and petition, in fasting, and in sackcloth and ashes. [4] I prayed to the Lord my God and confessed: “Lord, the great and awesome God, who keeps his covenant of love with those who love him and keep his commandments, [5] we have sinned and done wrong. We have been wicked and have rebelled; we have turned away from your commands and laws.”

“Reasons to Obey God” by In Touch Ministries:

“When we seek to live according to God's Word, He provides all we need and acts on our behalf.”

“Daniel and his friends were in a strange land, prisoners of a king who sought to benefit from their superior skills and intellect. As he grew to manhood, Daniel managed to operate within the foreign system without compromising his belief in the heavenly Father. He did not eat forbidden foods. He maintained his prayer times, even in the face of punishment. And God honored Daniel’s obedience and faithfulness, rescuing him from the lions’ den and blessing him with great favor. At every crossroads, Daniel chose to follow the Lord. He still had to endure trying situations, but God was ever faithful in His protection and provision.

The biblical principles in effect during the Babylonian captivity still hold true. God promises to make secure those who obey His Word. He doesn’t promise that we will avoid hard times, but He does say that He’ll be with us every step of the way (Matthew 28:20).

If you know there is sin in your life, fear and doubt are certain to follow. However, obedience is the way to find courage and contentment, regardless of your circumstances. Daniel refused to change his principles, and God intervened every single time. He will also act on your behalf.”

[Photo thanks to Jametlene Reskp at Unsplash]

[thinkingonscripture]

My Eternal Security

The question of how badly Christians can sin and still be saved troubled me for many years. Growing up in Southern California in the 70’s, I attended Pentecostal churches where I was taught that I could forfeit my salvation through acts of sin or by renouncing my faith. When I asked, “What sins can make me lose my salvation?” the answers were never clear. They varied depending on whom I asked,…

[biblebloodhound]

Return to the Lord (1 Samuel 7:3-15)

One cannot worship the Lord by day, then have a moonlighting job with other gods.

Samuel prays to the Lord on behalf of the people, by Bible Art So Samuel said to all the Israelites, “If you are returning to the Lord with all your hearts, then rid yourselves of the foreign gods and the Ashtoreths and commit yourselves to the Lord and serve him only, and he will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.” So the Israelites put away their Baals and Ashtoreths, and served…

[kdmiller55]

A Demand for Justice or Judgment

1 “I have made a covenant with my eyes;     how then could I gaze at a virgin? 2 What would be my portion from God above     and my heritage from the Almighty on high? 3 Is not calamity for the unrighteous,     and disaster for the workers of iniquity? 4 Does not he see my ways     and number all my steps? 5 “If I have walked with falsehood     and my foot has hastened to deceit; 6 (Let me be…

[myuminji]

candlelight

this certain dynamic abt millywood that goes beyond wolfwood simply yearning for milly—how he deems her as a mother, a lover, an enemy, a friend, a curse, a salvation—how milly becomes a symbol he can't put into a word, and it scares him and he wants to bury himself in it and beg for forgiveness all the same...

wolfwood knowing he has nothing to be forgiven of (that he's a sinful, sinful man) but THE YEARNING FOR ONE. the thought of how getting close to her feels like it'll melt away his 'impurities' (which is him entirely, he'll be GONE), but still clinging to her as both humanity and a heretic icon of worship......

[miniscapes333]

What makes your FS obsessed with your body? (18+)

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Disclaimer: The images featured are not mine. All credit and rights belong to their original creators. PILE 1

There’s something about your body that haunts them it’s beyond attraction, beyond just physical desire. It’s the way you carry yourself, the sheer confidence in every movement, like you know the power you hold over them, and you use it well. The curves, the softness, the way your skin feels under their touch it’s intoxicating. They can’t get enough of tracing the lines of your body, committing every dip and rise to memory, their fingertips lingering like they never want to forget. And it’s not just your body itself it’s the way you move it, the way you tease without even meaning to, the way you stretch, the way your lips part when you’re lost in thought. It drives them mad in the best possible way.

But it’s more than just the visual it’s the way you react to them. That little gasp when they grip your waist, the shiver when their lips graze over your skin, the way you melt just right when they hold you close. They are obsessed with the way your body responds, with how easily you give in to pleasure. The way your breath hitches at the right touch, the way your fingers clutch at them like you don’t want them to stop. It’s a fire they never want to put out, a craving they don’t think they’ll ever satisfy. They love earning your pleasure, love knowing that every sound, every arch, every desperate pull is because of them. And the way your body fits with theirs? Perfect. Like you were made just for them.

And after? When the heat settles and the urgency turns to something softer, they’re still obsessed. The way you glow, the way your body hums with satisfaction, the way you lay there tempting even in your stillness. They could spend hours just watching you, tracing lazy patterns over your skin, admiring every inch of you. They want to worship you, not just in the heat of the moment but long after, in the way they touch you absentmindedly, in the way they pull you closer even in sleep. To them, you’re everything the pleasure, the addiction, the obsession they don’t ever want to let go of. And honestly? They never will.

PILE 2

There’s something about you that keeps them on edge a slow, burning obsession that simmers just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment. It’s the way you hold yourself, the quiet confidence, the air of mystery wrapped around you like silk. You don’t give everything away so easily, and that’s what kills them the most. The tease of it. The way you make them earn every touch, every glance, every little reaction. You know what you’re doing. It’s in the way you stretch, the way you lean in just so, the way you let their gaze wander over you like you know they want to devour you whole. And they do. It’s in the way their fingers twitch at their sides, aching to grab, to feel, to possess. The restraint makes it unbearable, but it also makes you unforgettable.

They’re obsessed with the way you feel beneath them, the way you move when you finally let go. Because as much as you play at being untouchable, the moment you surrender to pleasure? It’s intoxicating. The contrast between the control you carry in the world and the way you break for them behind closed doors it sends them spiraling. They worship your body, the curves, the strength, the softness in all the right places. They take their time with you, tracing the dips of your spine, gripping your hips with a possessiveness that borders on reverence. They want to mark you, to leave reminders of just how deeply they crave you, to make sure you feel their obsession with every lingering kiss, every slow drag of their lips over your skin. You turn them into something primal, something dangerous. And they love it.

But it’s not just about the way you look or how you feel it’s the power you have over them, and the fact that you know it. The way you meet their gaze, unshaken, knowing exactly what they want, knowing that you could deny them just to watch them unravel. It’s maddening, it’s exhilarating, and it keeps them coming back for more, needing more. You haunt their thoughts, their dreams, the space between reality and fantasy. They could have you a thousand times over, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Because you don’t just exist in their arms you consume them. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

PILE 3

There’s something about you that leaves them breathless. It’s not just the way your body moves, the way your skin glows under dim light it’s the way you carry yourself, the confidence that drips from your every step. You have this untouchable aura, something ethereal yet dangerously enticing. They watch you with a hunger that borders on desperation, the kind that makes them restless, aching, starving to touch, to taste, to claim. You’re their forbidden fruit, a temptation so sweet it almost feels unfair. And the more they reach for you, the more you slip just out of grasp, teasing them with a glance, a smirk, the subtle way you stretch, knowing how their eyes trail every movement. It drives them insane.

And when they do have you? Oh, they hate how weak you make them feel. The way your body molds so perfectly against theirs, how effortlessly you make them lose control. You play them like a game, a delicate balance between surrender and dominance, and they’re obsessed with the way you unravel them. They think they’re in charge until you tilt your head, whisper something in that wickedly soft voice, or let your nails drag slow and deliberate down their back. They want to pin you down, to prove they’re the one with the power but the truth? They belong to you. Every inch of their body, every thought, every craving. Even when they leave, your touch lingers like a ghost, like an ache that won’t fade, like an addiction they don’t want to break.

But what truly obsesses them? It’s not just the physical it’s how you make them feel. You strip them bare in more ways than one. No matter how smooth they are, how much charm they wear like armor, you see through them. You make them yearn, make them beg, make them question if they’ll ever be satisfied even if they have you a thousand times over. And yet, you always leave them wanting more, just a little more just enough to remind them that they could never, ever get enough of you. And that? That’s what keeps them up at night, keeps their hands restless, keeps them coming back for you only you.

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[conversationsoflife]

Genesis 42:23-26 - ON GETTING UNSTUCK! - Part 1

The brothers have just begun the process of acknowledging the manifestation of the ugly and wounded parts of their souls because it is only when they are brought into the light that they can get unstuck.

Genesis 42:23-26 – ON GETTING UNSTUCK! – Part 1 When his ten older brothers turn up in Egypt to buy food during the seven year famine, Joseph puts them in prison for 3 days, accusing them of being spies. Joseph’s brothers see this as God’s punishment.  They acknowledge their sin of over 20 years ago of selling Joseph into slavery. That this is what comes to mind indicates that they are stuck,…

[lowkeloki]

[gimmemammoney]

alright you lot, who traumatized the angel?

[stimsofarottengirl]

જ⁀➴ Confession's of a rotten girl ও

figured there wasn't a better theme to start this blog out with lol

x/x/x ~ x/x/x ~ x/x/x

[xrepressedx]

“Take me. Drink me. Lap up the last bit of me like you’ve never tasted something so sweet and so terribly bitter as my soul.”

[thinkingonscripture]

Two Kinds of Righteousness

There are two kinds of righteousness that matter to Christians: positional righteousness and experiential righteousness. Positional righteousness refers to the believer’s legal standing before God, achieved through faith in Jesus Christ (John 3:16; 2 Cor 5:21). The moment a person believes in Jesus Christ as Savior, God declares that person righteous on the grounds that God’s perfect…

[makkuart]

ERISOL WEEK DAY 2: CA$H

I didn't know what to do with this prompt so I just drew them as thug gangsters like those looney tunes tshirts, examples under cut

[thaltro]

I feel like I should be transparent on my opinions on pro/anti shipping

I am anti censorship because I study history and politics and I know media censorship of taboo problematic art always includes silencing queer/radical/poc art because that too is lumped into the label of taboo. I just don’t think you can legally censor things in a way that won’t silence queer art in the current status quo. You see that pattern still with a lot of current bills being introduced.

But in being anti censorship I also think criticism is important and shouldn’t be discouraged either. I think representation of sensitive topics matter and don’t exist in a vacuum of fiction. I don’t think the harm done in fiction is identical to real life but all ideas come from places and some are places are reminiscent of real life violence and oppression. Critiquing problematic fiction as a way to transition to discussions about real life issues is great in that way. I don’t think having a conversation about how art is offensive = censoring people.

I also am anti hostility, I think threatening people with violence only polarizes everything. I don’t think one group is “anti harassment” and the other is “pro harassment” I think both have the capacity to be cruel and hateful.

But tdlr, I think media should be free and I also think because things are free people can be free to be offended, uncomfortable, and upset. I’m also media literate (I like to think at least) and am generally uncomfortable with incest, rape, and pedophilia- and think it’s not crazy for people to be sensitive and uncomfortable around those topics. But I think it’s dangerous to stop creation and discussion on those things as a whole.

Most the time I just block and move on though. I don’t know what that makes me exactly.

[miniscapes333]

What are your FS 's sexual guilty pleasures about you? (18+)

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PILE 1

Oh, they shouldn’t want you like this not like this. Not in the way that keeps them up at night, staring at the ceiling, hand clenching the sheets because even thinking about you gets them wound so tight they don’t know what to do with themselves. It’s the way you push them, challenge them, make them fight for your attention like it’s some kind of game and God, do they love it. They act like they don’t, like they’re composed, like they don’t get off on the way you tease, the way you make them wait, the way you look at them when you know exactly what you’re doing. You test their control, make them want to break it, to ruin the careful balance they try so hard to maintain. You make them reckless, and they live for the danger of it.

And the thing is, they fantasize about it being messy, about losing themselves in you completely. They imagine the tension snapping, your bodies colliding in a way that’s raw, desperate, unrestrained. They don’t just want you sweet they want you ruined by them. The thought of you unraveling under their touch, gasping their name, clawing at them, makes their blood run hot. It’s almost overwhelming, the way their mind conjures the details the feeling of your breath hitching against their lips, the way your body would react to every teasing graze of their fingertips. But what really gets them? The thought of dragging it out, of seeing just how long they can keep you on edge, how much they can make you need them before they finally let you have what you want. They think about that often—too often. And they know, the moment they finally get to sink into that reality? Oh, they’re not holding back.

But there’s something more twisted about their desires, something that makes them bite their lip and smirk to themselves in the dead of night. It’s the back and forth, the power struggle they fantasize about the most. They want you flustered, caught off guard, stumbling over your own confidence because for once, they have the upper hand. They want to hear the way your voice trembles when you try to keep up, to see the exact moment you surrender, your pride slipping through your fingers like sand. Because let’s be real they adore the fire in you, but nothing gets them off more than extinguishing it, just for a moment, just long enough to remind you exactly who you belong to.

PILE 2

Oh, they love the way you make them work for it. It’s a game of patience, of precision, of tension stretched so tight it could snap at any moment. You make them wait, drag it out, tease them with your touch, your glances, your presence alone like you know exactly how much power you hold over them. And they? They relish it. They won’t admit it out loud, but there’s something intoxicating about the way you make them earn every inch of you, like a prize they’ve fought for, one they refuse to take lightly. Their guilty pleasure? That slow, drawn-out build-up. The way they have to prove they can handle you, hold their own against your fire, match your pace without faltering. And when they do? Oh, the payoff is sweeter than they could have ever imagined.

They imagine you stretched out, lazy and confident, watching them with that knowing smirk that drives them to the edge. You test them, push their limits, make them chase you but they love the chase. The hunger in your eyes when they finally catch you? That’s what keeps them up at night. They fantasize about worshiping you, about taking their time, mapping out every inch of you with hands that never rush, lips that never miss a single spot. They don’t want quick—no, they want it to last, to savor the feeling of having you completely undone beneath them, breath hitching, hands gripping, body trembling in anticipation of what they’ll do next. They want to see you fall apart slowly, deliciously, under their careful, calculated touch. That’s what drives them mad the knowledge that they own every reaction you give them because they’ve taken their time to earn them.

And yet, there’s something else something darker, deeper. It’s not just about taking their time with you; it’s about the moment when they finally break you. That tipping point, when all your composure, all your resistance, all your teasing crumbles into raw, desperate need. When you stop testing them and start begging for more, for faster, for harder. That’s their real guilty pleasure the shift in power, the proof that no matter how much you make them wait, no matter how long you drag it out, in the end, you always come undone for them. And that? That’s a high they’ll never get enough of.

PILE 3

Oh, they’ve imagined so many different ways to have you—too many, if they’re being honest. Their fantasies shift like a fever dream, morphing into one scenario after another, each one just as intoxicating as the last. Sometimes, they picture you teasing, making them work for it, dangling your touch just out of reach while wearing that knowing smirk that drives them insane. Other times, it’s the opposite you’re sharp, commanding, in control, the one dictating every movement, every breath, every shiver. And they love it. God, they love it. The thrill of not knowing which version of you they’ll get the one who’ll play innocent, making them chase, or the one who’ll have them on their knees, utterly at your mercy. Either way, they’re obsessed.

And yet, it’s not just about the act itself it’s about the battle leading up to it. The tension. The resistance. They crave the struggle of wills, the way you hold back just enough to drive them mad, making them prove themselves before they can even think about touching you. And when they do? When they finally break through that icy, untouchable exterior of yours? That’s what does it for them the most. Watching you, usually so composed, lose yourself under their hands, their mouth, their body. It’s a slow burn, a test of patience, the delicious contradiction of knowing they have to earn you first before they can take you. That’s their guilty pleasure—the challenge, the hunt, the reward of finally pulling the real, raw desire out of you.

But there’s something even darker that lingers beneath all of it. The way you taunt them, push them, test their restraint just to see how long they’ll last before snapping. Because that’s the game, isn’t it? Seeing how long they’ll let you keep the upper hand before they finally break before they have you gasping, writhing, gripping onto them like they’re the only thing keeping you grounded. They fantasize about that moment constantly. The moment your voice wavers, your confidence falters, and you finally finally let them win. And when that moment comes? Oh, you know they won’t waste it.

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[sunlaire]

But I do really believe that Irving is so repressed that he would do a lot of kink adjacent activities, some next level masochist or just bizarre stuff, deeply in denial about why he's doing it. And everyone around him is like "man, at this point, gay sex would actually be more normal."